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Yuuri looked out of the window to see landscapes covered with snow in every direction. They were getting close to Sochi. He couldn't wait to see Phichit, who had performed wonderfully on his short programme earning him the fifth rank ( above the Italian skater whose name escaped Yuuri ).

As always, Viktor was first by a wide margin. The man had skated to a lovely, melancholy melody which gave a very sorrowful feeling. His technical elements were perfect, and he looked stunning on the ice, dressed in pure white and black. It was definitely an amazing programme.

Yet, Yuuri could feel something missing. The emotions felt hollow somehow. He could admit that most of Viktor's skated lacked strong emotion, but they were enough to convey the story Viktor was trying to tell through his motions.

But this one, this one felt even more vacant, with only the bare minimum of emotions. He wondered what had happened. Maybe he could check out the skating forums, it has been a while since he has visited them because of his large workload.

He sighed. Maybe Phichit was onto something. He really needed to have more time for himself.

Ah! Speaking of Phichit, he had told Yuuri that he would be meeting him at the airport ( not listening to Yuuri's protests at all ). He huffed. Phichit needed to make time to relax too, after all, he had his free skate tomorrow. Picking him up at the airport was wholly unnecessary, in Yuuri's opinion.

Phichit

Landed yet?

I guess not

Why is your flight late ;w;

!

Landed!

I see you

"Yuuri!"

Phichit grinned as he saw his best friend make his way over towards him. Yuuri was finally here! He was eagerly waiting for him to arrive since the time he himself landed in Sochi. His first time at the finals was incomplete without his best bro there to cheer on him.

"Phichit!" Yuuri waved at him. He reached him and Phichit hugged him tightly.

"I am so glad you are finally here!" Phichit said when they pulled apart.

Yuuri laughed a little at that. "Phichit, people will think you have not seen me for years instead of three days."

"I am just really really excited to have you here at my very first finals! Now my soul feels complete and my life has meaning again my crops are flourishing and my skin is clear not that it was ever unclear of course-"

"Whoa, calm down there, you meme master."

Both of them piled into a cab and Phichit told the driver the address. He turned to Yuuri. "Yuuri! The hotel is magnificent! It has these traditional Russian carving things on the wall too! You would love them!"

Yuuri smiled indulgently. It was nice to listen to Phichit talk, the boy had a way of making the surroundings energized and more exciting. The Chulanont effect, he mentally called it.

"We have different rooms unfortunately….but at least were in the same hall! And guess what?"

"What?"

Phichit pouted. "Yuuri! I asked you to guess! Nevermind, can't be helped. So the surprise is…that Viktor Nikiforov is in the same hallway as us too! How great is that?"

Yuuri didn't understand. What did Viktor being nearby have to do with them? It's not like they would suddenly become best friends with him just because he was assigned the same hotel hall. When he voiced the thought to Phichit, he just stared at him.

"Yuuri", he said slowly, as if Yuuri won't understand otherwise, "This increases our chances to bump into him! And then we can start talking and maybe he would fall in love with you and I would be able to live vicariously through it! It's the perfect setting!"

Yuuri just scoffed and didn't deign that with a response. Such things only happened in those novels that Phichit was fond of.

A comfortable silence settled between them, Yuuri gazing out of the window as the scenery of Sochi zoomed past, and Phichit scrolling through Instagram.

Suddenly Phichit screamed, making Yuuri nearly jump out of his skin. "Yuuri! What about Coco, Dior and Sacha!?"

Yuuri gave Phichit a faint smile. "I swear Phichit if you scare me like that again...and I asked Lizzie to take care of the hamsters so don't worry."

"Yuuri have I ever told you that you are godsend?"

"Many times." They both laughed.

The sun was just rising, the sky turning a soft peachy shade. Birds were twittering and Yuuri was….awake. Wide awake.

He sighed and mentally cursed timezones and jet lag. He didn't think he was getting any more sleep anytime soon, so he decided to go about his day. Maybe he could walk around a bit. It would be nice to see the nearby areas, and it would also get his body up and running, cleaning away the sluggishness.

He lazily brushed his teeth and showered, choosing to wear a thick cashmere sweater as it could get quite cold outside. He hoped not, since Sochi was said to be the summer capital of the nation.

Yuuri elected to go to the dining hall to get breakfast first. He believed that mornings should always be started with a proper breakfast, to get energy to go through the day ( putting that belief in practice though, was another problem ).

Hmm, if he remembered correctly, the dining hall was on the first floor. He would have to find the exact location though. He could ask a member of the staff, but Yuuri would like to avoid that if possible. He didn't want to bother them by just asking for directions, clearly they must be busy with a hotel as grand and large as this.

( he ignored the part of his mind pointing out that staff were hired to help the clients in the first place )

Maybe he could ask Phichit?

Yuuri crossed out that thought as soon as it came to him. It really was early, not even 6 am. Phichit needed his rest for the free skate tomorrow, Yuuri would never be able to forgive himself if Phichit did badly because of him. Or even worse, injuring himself.

Haaa, he would see when he reaches the first floor. First he has to arrive at the elevators.

He was lost in thought, and hence did not see where he was walking until he crashed into someone. Yuuri is utterly mortified. Although it's a relief that it wasn't hard enough to make either of them fall down, however small said relief maybe.

Yuuri is babbling apologizes and looks up to see just whom did he bump into ( he really hopes it's not a fellow skater oh god it would be so embarrassing ) and pauses.

He considers if it's too late to sacrifice all worldly pleasures and become a hermit in the Himalayas.

Because staring at him, right there, was Viktor fucking Nikiforov.

Viktor wondered if he was dead.

Looked around. He was still in the hall, so he supposed he wasn't dead. Unless he decided to haunt this hotel, which makes no sense because he would rather haunt a rink. At least he would get to watch people skating.

Looked in front of him. Blinked.

Nope, the angel was still there. So if he was not dead but there still in an angel in front of him, there can only be three conclusions. Either the man really is not anangel, he is hallucination, or this is the starting of one of those book plots where a demi-human leads the hero on the quest.

( he hopes that he can do figure skating even while on a journey to defeat some evil dude )

He stared at the...angel? human? in front of him. Viktor didn't knew it was possible for someone to look so good. So amazing. So fantastic. Clad in a soft looking green turtleneck ( he noticed that it brought out his beautiful chocolate eyes and how is it possible to be that attractive Viktor had no idea ) and jeans so tight that they appeared to be poured on the skin, the person before his was a god among men.

Said god was looking at him with an adorable nervous ( extremely nervous ) expression, and Viktor belatedly realized that he had yet to say anything.

He flashed a smile. "Hello! Are you an angel?"

This only served to further increase the person's confusion. Viktor couldn't understand why, after all, it was a valid question!

An absolutely lovely blush spread across his face, which made Viktor briefly entertain the thought of becoming a photographer. He dismissed the idea. As much as he needed to share the beautiful person with the world ( how has it even survived without knowing that someone like this exists? ), Viktor was rather selfish.

"A-ah, no!" The now confirmed to be human squeaked. Viktor didn't think the sound should be as cute as it was.

The man went on. "I am sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and I really am stupid oh god you are not hurt are you-"

As much as Viktor enjoyed listening to his voice ( so soft and melodious! ), he really needed to stop him before the man felt even more guilty. "It's alright! It's my fault as well, and anyway neither of us got hurt." He grinned. "Where were you going?"

The man still looked a little embarrassed, but Viktor was glad to see that it was fading. He gave a shy little smile ( which melted Viktor into a gooey mess ) and answered that he was going to the dining hall.

"The dining hall is great and all, but I know this wonderful little cafe nearby! You should give it a try! Ah, we can both go there for breakfast, since I haven't eaten anything yet too!" Viktor mentally applauded himself at his genius idea. That way he gets to impress him and also spend more time with him. Win-win situation if he ever saw one.

The person before h- hold on. Viktor could have smacked his head on the wall right now. "Oh! I forgot to ask your name! I am Viktor Nikiforov!"

"I know." The person said in a small voice, and then grew flustered when he realized what he had said. "Ah! I mean that I like your skating and my friend is a skater too so I know your name and I am rambling aren't I?" He took a deep breath. "Yuuri. Katsuki Yuuri. That's my name."

Viktor didn't know what it even meant, but that just became his favorite name in the world. He gave his signature heart shaped smile. "So Yuuri! ( he loved how the word rolled off his tongue, similar yet different to the Russian version of the name ) Shall we go then?"

Vera liked working working in Kamelia. The café was a quaint little thing, with a warm ambience and the heavenly smell of coffee permeating throughout the place. Sadly they didn't get much business, with youths going over to Brigantina, with it's WiFi and electricity outlets.

Kamelia had no such things ( not that she minded, it provided great fodder for her aesthetic blog ), and most of the regular were elders and the occasional neighbor. Business might not be exactly booming, but it was nice to talk and interact with the customers.

Therefore it was a surprise when not one, but two hot dudes showed up. One way tall with silver hair and brilliant blue eyes, who practically oozed charm and confidence, with the other being a cutie with sexy tousled hair and big glasses which just added to the whole cinnamon roll feel.

( she was glad she was aro, otherwise she would have been a stuttering mess right now )

Silver hair ( was that even natural? ) ordered for both of them and then they sat at a table near the window. If she thought the men were gorgeous, then it was nothing compared to how they looked with soft sunlight falling on them, giving them a faint glow.

Why, it was like a still from some movie.

After she had delivered their orders ( green tea, a cappuccino, and two plates of pancakes ), she went back to the cash register and proceeded to watch the two.

After ten minutes, she came to the conclusion that the couple ( they had to be couple ) were ridiculously sweet.

Honestly, it seriously was like a movie. The casual touches ( usually initiated by silver hair ), the blushes ( glasses guy this time ), the warm looks, everything.

She looked around to see if there was a filming crew nearby. At this point it would not surprise her if it really was a shooting. Her eyes landed on the couple again and was silver hair feeding glasses guy what kind of lovey dovey shit is this even.

Vera still remained dazed for quite a while even after the couple were gone.

Viktor was on cloud nine. Today was the best day in all of his life. He met Yuuri and even spent time with him! The more he talked with the raven haired boy the more enamoured he was. Yuuri was just such a wonderful human, with the gentlest of heart and the most beautiful personality.

Viktor could not have described a more perfect human if he tried.

He turned look at said person, who stared back at him, a shy smile on his face. Viktor felt his heart melt at the look. "Yuuri, what do you want to do now? We could look around a bit!"

Suddenly his phone buzzed. Viktor took it out of his pocket and frowned slightly when he saw it was a call from Yakov. He was sure that there were still hours until the skaters were required to assemble for the free skate, so he could not fathom why Yakov was calling him.

"Ahhh, excuse me Yuuri, I need to take this call." Yuuri nodded and mouthed 'go ahead'.

Apparently Yakov wanted Viktor there to go over the second half of his free skate once more, especially the combination jump. Viktor pouted, he knew that he can perform the programme perfectly. He trusted in his abilities and was aware of the limits of his own body.

He pocketed his phone and apologized to Yuuri, explaining that his coach needed him.

Yuuri's face morphed into an understanding expression. "It's alright! I understand, and I don't want anything to go wrong because I kept you from your coach."

Yuuri was so sweet! Viktor really didn't think he could handle any more of his cuteness. "Can I…", he hesitated. From what he could see, Yuuri was painfully shy. He did not want to make him uncomfortable. Although no harm in asking. ( he hoped so at least )

"Can I hug you?"

Yuuri's eyes widened. He blushed to the tip of his ears, but nodded. 'He agreed', thought Viktor, a little surprised. He agreed.

He smiled wide and hugged Yuuri tightly. This day really was shaping up to be wonderful.